| Welcome to hell
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| Welcome to fail
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| The battle, the track murder, kill, kill, kill
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| With the gangs USA
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| We all day
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| Gettin killed
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| We unholy
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| The belly of the beast get real
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| In the gutter, the slums, let it kill
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| With the gangs USA
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| We all day
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| Gettin killed
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| We unholy
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| We in the belly, no hype on the camera
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| Planet of the apes, no amateurs
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| Neva been a fan a them
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| Police stay
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| Yellow tape the parameters
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| Mop up the screen, no janitor
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| Sinister, grill on the bar heads still
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| Cause the block’s gettin real
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| Murder kill, kill, kill
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| Unholy
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| Better kiss Rosey
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| Soldiers of Beyond Creek
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| Nothin on the real hood story
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| Ya’ll be thuggin
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| The middle east
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| Any ghetto USA, where they do spray
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| And p-pune on the all day
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| Welcome hell where the devil dwell
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| And it never end up well
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| Rap still kill
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| Yea you unholy
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| I throw my guns slowly
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| Your son owe me then don run the rolly
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| Where I’m from we run from the police
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| Screamin no peace, in the low east
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| Where niggas go beast
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| Rockin the low fleece
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| Then go to east to the parkway
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| Where killas park day
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| 380s in the dark way
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| Leavin ladies on the parkway
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| From a dark place that make your heart race
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| Just got away from an armed chase
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| With guns in my guitar case
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| Where I’m from you blast many guns
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| Ask anyone, blast anyone
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| I pass anyone
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| They say you see your life flash when you’re done
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| You in hell cause he got a blast mask when he come
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| When he come he comin for that life
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| I’m in the benz with the runnin lights
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| Lights shinin like the son of christ
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| It’s the comin of a crisis
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| When shot from my gun devices
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| Turn men into runnin mices
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| What’s the jucks nigga bout that life
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| Crown heist come about that ice
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| It’s season
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| Night squeezing, black heavin
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| So devilish
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| Bulls eye direct hit, nigga I neva miss
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| on the beam, loco on your team
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| I let it go and leave guns smoke on the scene, nigga
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| Rusty axesaw
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| Spaz on the track more
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| Wanna meet you maker
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| I’m gon give you what you ask for
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| Face on the t-shirt, candles in the lobby
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| Close casket way shots riddled you body, unholy
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| The brook naw streets so ill
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| The violent, the track murder, kill, kill, kill
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| But still, the cops can’t control the back block
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| Scenes lined up overnight for the crack spot, to open
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| Cause they coppin them jays nigga
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| Drums, dimes, nicks and trays nigga
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| We out here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unholy (feat. Fredro Starr & Ruste Juxx) , by - Reks. Song from the album Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп